Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.